Once More On My Adventure Brave And

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

A Lion May Die Of An Ass's Kick.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.